Conquer America, Start with a Boxing Champion

Taylor has been busy recording songs and releasing new albums recently, so he has no time to take care of the children.

So Link drove to Taylor's mansion in Beverly Hills, preparing to take the two children to live in the villa in the hillside. With little Margarita, the three children will be more lively together.

"Dad!"

Seeing him coming, Cynthia and Alexander ran over happily and threw themselves into his arms.

Link picked up the two children with a slight effort and kissed them left and right.

Although they meet every week, the two little guys are very happy every time they see him.

The main reason is that Taylor is strict when treating the two little guys. He has arranged courses for them since they were one and a half years old, teaching them music, painting, preschool courses, etc., and rarely plays with the children.

And Link is more idle. Every time he is with the little guys, he will play with them, go to Ocean Park, go to the playground, and watch cartoons together.

Taylor becomes a tiger mom, and he becomes a cat dad.

"Hmph!"

Taylor came down from upstairs, wearing a plain T-shirt and denim hot pants. He had a great figure, a delicate little face, and casually spread hair. He didn't like to dress up. When he saw him, his nose was still not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes, as if he was particularly annoyed with him.

Link didn't care either. He held a beautiful little kid in one hand and looked at the children's mother.

"How is the preparation for the new album?"

"What does it have to do with you? Why should I tell you?"

Taylor wrinkled his nose and said unhappily.

"If you don't have any inspiration, I can help you find it."

"No need! Cynthia, Alexander, come down quickly, you still need someone to hold you when you are old."

Taylor put the little guys down from his hands and asked them to go to the room to draw.

Alexander and Cynthia blinked their big eyes and looked at Link pitifully. Link was very sad.

"The children are only two years old. Why do you arrange these courses for them?"

"It's none of your business. The children are my children. I let them do whatever I want. You can't control them."

Taylor said arrogantly.

"Can you have a child without me?"

"Asshole! You'd better not mention the past to me. When I think of the past, I want to stab you."

Taylor shook his white fist in front of his eyes.

Link shook his head, squatted down and held the two little guys and whispered a few words. Alexander and Cynthia nodded their chins and ran back to the room.

"What did you say to them?"

Taylor frowned and asked.

Link walked to the bar, poured two glasses of purified water, and handed her one. "I told them to go back and paint casually first, and I will pick them up to play in the villa halfway up the mountain later."

"Who said they want to go to the villa halfway up the mountain with you? I didn't agree, and you can't take them away today."

Taylor sat on the chair and said with his long legs crossed.

Link shook his head, "I wrote two songs recently, and I feel they are pretty good. Do you want to listen to them?"

"You want to exchange songs for Alexander and Cynthia, one for each?"

Taylor asked with a wink of his fox eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to listen or not!"

"Listen if you want to, what are you yelling for!"

Taylor glared at him and went upstairs in his slippers.

Link shook his head and followed him upstairs. He found two little guys hiding behind the door frame and looking at him. He smiled gently and asked them to wait a moment and come down soon.

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Decisions as I go, to anywhere I flow

Just go, in the tide of time

Sometimes I believe, at times I'm rational

Sometimes I believe that being calm is the truth

I can fly high, I can go low

I can fly high, I can go low

Today I got a million, Tomorrow, I don't know

In the music room, Link played the piano while singing the newly copied song "Reality", which is a song by the Belgian band "Lost Frequency", a popular best-selling song.

In addition to this song, Link also sang a new song he wrote.

After singing, he turned his head and looked at Taylor leaning against the windowsill.

"How do you feel?"

"The first one is pretty good, but the second one is not mature enough, so you can only take one little one away today. Which one are you going to take, Alexander or Cynthia?"

Taylor asked, crossing his arms.

Link pulled the corner of his mouth, stood up and walked to her side, "I heard from Annie that you have been working on your creations behind closed doors recently. Have you gained anything?"

"Of course, a lot. The only thing that bothers me is that there are too many good songs and I don't know which songs to put in the next album."

Taylor raised his chin and said with a little pride.

"You have a good mentality. Unlike me, I can only write a few songs each time. Sometimes I want to change songs but I don't have any backup songs. It's too bad. If my creative output is as high as yours, I can write hundreds of good songs a year, and I won't retire so early."

Link praised.

Taylor snorted and looked at him with a slanted eye, "Are you showing off to me? Every song you write is a classic, and one song is worth ten of mine, right?"

"No, it's worth a hundred!"

"What?"

Taylor's fists hardened.

"Just kidding."

Link grabbed her white fist and said, "Don't make fists. Don't forget that you taught me piano, guitar, and composition. How could I be better than you?"

Singers like you are real singers and artists. I am at best a singer. Regardless of the high sales of my albums, I mainly rely on hype in the early stage, and in the later stage, I rely on the superposition of various halos to stimulate sales.

If we really sell albums based on the quality of the songs, I will definitely not be able to compare with you, or even Katy Perry or Justin Bieber. "

"Are you saying that the songs you wrote, "See you again", "Legends never die", "Unstoppable", "all of me", "give me reason", "just the way you are", etc., are all garbage songs?"

Taylor asked dissatisfiedly.

"I can't say it's a rubbish song. I just think you are better than me in terms of songwriting, singing, stage performance, etc. You are great in all aspects. You are my idol, to be honest."

"Hmph! I want you to praise me?"

Taylor clenched his fist and smashed it on his thick arm, "It's not that you're not good, you're too lazy, you have too much money, and you have too many things to do. If you could give up other things and concentrate on music, you would be in the music world. No one is your opponent, you are hurting yourself.”

"No, maybe fans will feel sorry for me to reduce my creations, but my movie fans and boxing fans will be happy."

Link smiled.

"Yes, not to be a musician but to make pornographic movies like that."

Taylor said disgustedly.

"But I won the Best Actor Award at the Cannes Film Festival, and many professional actors couldn't win it."

Link said proudly.

"Humph, what's the point of being proud of? If I become an actor, I can also win the Grand Prix at the Cannes Film Festival. Maybe I can also win the Oscar for Best Actress."

Taylor said unconvinced.

"You? If you go to film, next year's Golden Raspberry Award for Best Actress will be yours."

"Nonsense! I won't win a Razzie."

Taylor hit him several times with her fist.

"Okay, I'm just talking nonsense. You're so smart. As long as you work hard, it's not impossible to win the Oscar for Best Actress."

Link hugged her and smiled.

"Hmph, you bastard will make me angry."

Tyler rolled his eyes at him.

Link smiled softly and sat on the window sill, letting the sunshine outside the window shine on him. In the warm sunshine, the fragrance on Taylor's body became stronger, and the thin ear shells became semi-transparent in the sunshine. Pink, cheeks white and rosy.

"We haven't talked like this quietly in a long time."

Link sighed.

When we lived together in the past, we often had nothing to say, or there was too much tacit understanding, and the other party knew many things without saying them. After breaking up, they would quarrel and bicker every time they met.

Even though we were bickering today, we felt very calm.

This may have something to do with age. Everyone has matured and become more sensible.

"You wanted to take Alexander and Cynthia away, so you followed my words. Don't think I can't see it."

Taylor said.

Link shook his head, put his arm around her shoulders, and asked her to turn her head, staring quietly into her blue eyes, which were still as beautiful as before, but with a little more fatigue and boredom.

"Asshole, what are you going to do?"

Taylor blinked at him.

Link stretched out his hand to lift her chin, lowered his head and kissed her lips, starting with a shallow taste and gradually deepening. At first, Taylor subconsciously closed her eyes, but within twenty seconds of the kiss, Taylor suddenly opened her eyes. eyes and pushed him.

"Want to use a beauty trick? I'm telling you it won't work on me."

Taylor shook his fist.

"No, I often want to visit you when I have free time, but you are getting busier and busier now. I'm not sure if you will be annoyed when you see me. Every time I come to see you, I have to hesitate for a long time and find a suitable one. Excuse, sometimes I think, if you are not so good and independent, I will definitely find a way to buy out all your agency contracts, and then I can occupy your time openly every day."

"Pervert, I will never let you succeed."

Taylor said with her chin raised.

Link shrugged his shoulders, turned around and walked out.

"You just left like that? You gave up the opportunity to accompany Alexander and Cynthia so easily? You are an incompetent father at all."

Taylor snorted.

"What do you want?"

"You can think of ways to please me. As long as I am happy, I may agree to let you take Alexander and Cynthia away."

Taylor crossed his arms and said proudly.

"Okay, I'll try.

Link smiled softly and walked to the opposite side of her. Without waiting for her to speak, he held the back of her head with his palm, lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

Taylor was held in his arms, hitting his shoulders hard with her fists, but it was of no use, and her body became softer little by little in the passionate kiss.

Link didn't want to give her a chance to speak. During the passionate kiss, he held her against the wall and began to methodically disarm her.

While Taylor was struggling.

He is like a victorious fighter in the boxing ring. His weapon easily penetrates the opponent's gauzy defense and accurately hits the opponent's home base.

The war is about to break out.

More than an hour later, he defeated Taylor and successfully took away Alexander and Cynthia.

But when the two little guys were taken away, the nanny had already packed their luggage for them, which made him wonder if the previous trick was redundant. In fact, he could take the two little guys away without so much effort?

"Asshole, you'd better not teach them boxing. If I find out, you know what the consequences will be!"

Taylor was lying on the windowsill on the second floor, with disheveled hair, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Got it. Alexander, Cynthia, say goodbye to mommy."

Link carried the two little guys to the back seat child seat and said.

"Mom, bye!"

The two little guys waved their little hands at Taylor through the car window, and shouted in a crisp voice, "Mom, goodbye, mom, I'm going to play with daddy."

Very well-behaved and cute.

"Dad, mom said asshole, why?"

Cynthia raised her little face and asked in a cute voice.

Link's face darkened, and he glared at Taylor who was laughing. He told Cynthia that this was an intimate name that could only be used between parents, not her. Then he changed the subject to prevent the word "asshole" from taking root in her young memory.

"Honey, we're leaving. If you miss Alexander and Cynthia, you can come and see them anytime."

"I know. You're so nagging."

Taylor closed the window and turned back to the house.

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